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It was a beautiful evening, the 30th of November, 1858, when Matilda and I stood in the parlor of the McGee house and were solemnly made man and wife. Old Master Jack came up from Panola at that time, and was there when the ceremony was performed. As he looked through his fingers at us, he was overheard saying: "It will ruin them, givin wedins-wedins." Things went on as usual after this.
I gets t' un an' makes a footin' on th' rock. I gets out my knife an' finds th' ice breaks easy, an' cuts a hole an' crawls out. By th' time I gets on th' ice I were pretty handy t' givin' up wi' th' cold." "'Twere a close call," assented Dick, as he puffed at his pipe meditatively. "How far did un go under th' ice?" asked Bill, who had been much interested in the narrative. "Handy t' two mile."
"Don't look at me like that. I I Really, you make me feel ashamed. I haven't done anything. I am not doing half enough." He shook his head. "You're doin' too much, I'm afraid, Mary-'Gusta," he said. "You're givin' up everything a girl like you had ought to have and that your Uncle Shadrach and I had meant you should have. You're givin' it up just for us and it ain't right. We ain't worthy of it."
There was no cunning in her eye as she answered: "I don't know any bank, except the Bank of England." "Why the deuce didn't you say so at once eh?" cried Anthony. "He gives you bank-notes. Nothing better in the world. And he a'n't been givin' you many lately is that it? What's his profession, or business?" "He is...he is no profession." "Then, what is he? Is he a gentleman?"
It tasted like like " "Have another?" suggested Abe, cordially. "I won't say 'no," Gay promptly acquiesced. But Rocket was serving drink to Jim Thorpe at one of the little poker tables on the far side of the room, and the butcher had to wait. "How much are you givin'?" Smallbones inquired cautiously of Gay. He was still worrying over the forthcoming demand on his charity.
I give in, my bread is what you might call a holy terror. Ain't it the caution how I can't ever make bread fit to be eat, the best I can do? An' yet, I can't quit tryin'. You see, home-made bread, if it's good, is cheaper than store. Perhaps some day I'll be hittin' it right, so's when you ask me for bread I won't be givin' you a stone."
Captain Scraggs bounded out of his chair, struck the hot deck with his bare feet, cursed, and hopped back into the chair again. McGuffey stared incredulously. "Gib, my dear boy," quavered Scraggs, "say that agin." "Yes," continued the commodore placidly, "we'll just get shet o' her peaceable like by givin' her to this mate.
"Course you can't trust 'em," he said, quite missing Joan's desire to be rid of him. "But I don't guess any of 'em's likely to try monkey tricks. Guess if any feller robbed me I'd shoot him down in his tracks. They know that, sure. Oh, no, they won't play no monkey tricks. An' anyway, I ain't givin' 'em a chance."
"So we begins to draw in our belts an' get a big ready. Jack King, as I says before, is corpse, eemergin' outen a game of poker as sech. Which prior tharto, Jack's been peevish, an' pesterin' an' pervadin' 'round for several days. The camp stands a heap o' trouble with him an' tries to smooth it along by givin' him his whiskey an' his way about as he wants 'em, hopin' for a change.
Everybody in Golden Crescent knows. But, to be honest, the minister told me, in the hope that I would be able to induce you to place it in safety somewhere." Jake became confident, a most unusual condition for him. "Well, George, I can trust you, you're straight. I got something near ten thousand bucks in that brass chest. I don't need it, but still I ain't givin' it away.
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